tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123255212018-03-06T09:17:11.256-07:00Party of OneIt's actually kinda awesome.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-40982060461500696822008-04-15T12:13:00.003-06:002008-04-15T12:16:39.799-06:00All AtwitterHave you heard of twitter? Probably since pretty much everyone is way more technosavvy than me. I signed up for twitter this past weekend and I must say I'm kind of in love with it. Posts are 140 characters or less and you can post from your cell phone, online, or via instant message. It's great. I live at <a href="http://www.twitter.com/katydidz">www.twitter.com/katydidz</a>. Come see me.<br /><br />Also, my last post was my 200th post.<br /><br />Also, today is my tattoos birthday. Happy birthday tattoo!Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-32308841593441508952008-04-11T15:40:00.004-06:002008-04-11T21:36:59.498-06:00Friday RandomnessEvery time I see the acronym FAQ I read it as FAG. Which is kind of confusing because why would there be a whole page in a website dedicated to Frequently Assumed Gays? I do not know.<br /><br /><br />Also I got a 13 out of 25.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-7014956547470687902008-04-09T16:45:00.002-06:002008-04-09T17:03:14.950-06:00I didn't moveI missed it here.<br /><br />I know I'm not here a lot but it's where I come when I just can't handle it anymore. I can't handle it anymore. <br /><br />School this year has been a total bitch. I only have 24 more days of this semester and then I am done for three blissful months. I can't wait. School has been hard before what with the expectation to actually study and do my homework and learn my shit but this year has been a whole new level of insane on my poor being. I have developed an eye twitch. It has been weeks, maybe even months, and every time I think about class or an upcoming test or realize that "Oh Crap there is an actual possibility that I am going to FAIL!!!" my right eye goes haywire. In fact it's going haywire right now because I am 9 minutes away from taking an accounting test that I am going to fail. FAIL!!! <strong>WITH AN F!!!!!! </strong><br /><br />Our accounting tests are online and we have two opportunities to take them. I studied for three days straight for the last test. I read the chapter I practiced the problems I felt prepared when I sat down to take the test. It took me the entire 90 minutes to complete it and I felt pretty good about it so I wasn't going to take my second chance. Then around 10:30 that night, I decided I might as well take it again, just in case I got more brilliant. So I took it again (it was actually a completely different test because the questions are all randomly selected from a test bank of 200 questions). Anyway, I quickly realized that I was in fact screwed on the second go round because it was much harder and guessed my way through it using a combination of the limited knowledge I had of the subject matter and pure gut instinct. No big deal right because I did so good the first time around. WRONG! Do you want to know the results of the first test, the one I actually made a solid effort at? I missed 16. I got a 9 out of 25. That's a 36%. On the second test, the one I guessed through, I only missed 14. I got an 11 our of 25 or 44%. After he curved the hell out of it I ended up with a 74% but what if he doesn't curve this one? Rumor has it people are doing well on it and if everyone does alright but me, there will be no curving, just failing. FAILING! <strong>WITH AN F!!!!!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />"But Katy," you may be thinking, "What makes you so certain that you'll fail? Perhaps this test really is easier." Well perhaps it is kind reader. That doesn't change the fact that this is the third test I've taken in three days and that I was so bitter from my last accounting test that I didn't study for this one!!!!<br /><br />I.<br />Am.<br />Screwed.<br /><br />There goes my eye again.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-43415380852405447052008-01-21T17:00:00.001-07:002008-01-21T17:01:35.902-07:00I've movedOver here.<br /><br /><a href="http://cafeone.blogspot.com/">cafeone.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />Maybe I'll have better luck over there.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-81542286001825411442007-10-27T12:49:00.001-06:002007-10-27T12:57:31.924-06:00Halloween<div><div>The Howl kinda sucked. Which makes me sad because The Howl is the party I look forward too all year. Oh well. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>This was us:</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126091095100183458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5m1Mrg252kU/RyOIsRm9U6I/AAAAAAAAABc/S7yhvccsaqk/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><p>My costume kind of rocked the world. I was very proud of it. And people knew who i was supposed to be. So that was good.</p><p>The rest of the costumes were pretty much the same as every year. Sexy Dorothy. Sexy Strawberry Shortcake, Sexy Dumb and Dumber. Halloween has really become just an excuse for slutty girls to be sluttier. Luckily, thanks to 300, men have an excuse to walk around in leather underwear and capes and nothing else. For that I am eternally grateful, cuz rrrrrow.</p>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-82488988844208769222007-10-25T11:24:00.000-06:002007-10-25T12:16:18.078-06:00Oh Tony...No...Dude. You're Anthony Stewart Head.<br /><br /><br /><br />You were Giles. Rupert Giles! You were the bad ass british librarian that was a little too proper but could and would totally kick ass. Remember how every week you said "It's the end of the world" and kept a straight face and made everybody believe it? Remember?<br /><br /><br /><br />You were on Doctor Who!<br /><br /><br /><br />You're the Ballad Ghose in Tim Burton's Sweeney Todd.<br /><br /><br /><br />You have worked with some of the most brilliant, off beat visionaries of our time!<br /><br /><br /><br />And now this.<br /><br />(May not be entirely appropriate for work)<br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GfJxCYTKOi8&amp;rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GfJxCYTKOi8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm really honestly not terribly opposed to the movie. Tony looks pretty much like he's rockin what he's got to work with. It may be cool. Anthony Stewart Head in <em>this</em> movie is not what has me concernec. It's the fact that Anthony Stewart Head and Sarah Brightman are sharing a set with Paris Hilton. Seriously things are a little swirly when it comes to my sense of good and evil right now.<br /><br />I need to go lie down.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-80895709809497155622007-10-09T20:58:00.000-06:002007-10-09T22:31:04.313-06:00The Dos PostI have stories!! But first i'm just getting the disclaimer out of the way. Here's the thing, i do better with bloggerella here when I actually have something to say. Apparently that's a fairly rare occurence, so if I haven't posted in a long time figure my life is fine but boring and I'll tell you stuff when I have something worth telling you. This is one of those times. Two of those times actually. Lucky you.<br /><br />Chapter 1: I'm Afraid<br /><br />Remember "Tom"? No? Yes? If not, read <a href="http://katydidz.blogspot.com/2007/08/thanks-waitwhat.html">this </a>post. After that little event, things seemed to be progressing. "Tom" and I actually had conversations. They were small, superficial conversations, but they were still conversations. Then one of the ladies I work with mentioned to his boss that I was 24 and that he should date me because of my awesomeness. Then boss man says "Oh no. Katy scares him. She's too take charge." Enter rageful mid-twenty year old woman. I scare him?? I'm too take charge??? Are you kidding me? So I was sad for awhile mostly because of the ragey ragey rage that I was feeling and the fact that my very least favorite thing to hear is what I consider "Who Katy? No. She's too incredibly awesome." Does that make sense? No. I guess it could have been worse. It could have been: "Oh no. Katy scares him. And small children and dogs. That girl is ugly." So apparently I am the evil queen from snow white. Hot, but terrifying. Whatever! Whatever pansy man!! If you want to be scared of a super hot, independent, fun girl that's your own damn fault. Good day pansy man. I SAID GOOD DAY!!!<br /><br />Chapter 2: Oh, I Got It. You Just Don't Know What To Do With It.<br /><br />Last Saturday, the 29th, I went shopping in St. George (it's about 45 minutes away from Cedar). My friend and I needed some wandering and some retail therapy so we went to the mall. During our wanderings we came across a kiosk for colorevolutions. Make-up. We enjoy make-up in mi casa. Obviously we needed more information about the many many pretty and sparkly colors. Enter Giovanni. Giovanni is a 6'3" italian that is just plain pretty. At first I just thought he was doing salesman flirting but it felt like more than that. After I paid for my make up ($130 dollars...dude) Giovanni shook my hand, leaned in, and kissed me on the cheek. Then I got out of ear shot and squealed like a little girl. I figured I would probably never see Giovanni again and moved on with my life. I was wrong.<br /><br />Last night my mom and I went back to the mall to find dress shoes for her. Then we decided to walk around in the mall some more to see if there was anything that was screaming for my money. We walked past the same kiosk and a different salesman tried to wave us down. I told him I already used his products but my mom got roped in by the suave man with the pretty make up. So I was standing there listening to my mom and mr. salesman when Giovanni came up behind me. This story could get very very long. While my mom was getting her makeover, Giovanni and I talked for about 45 minutes. We laughed, we smiled, we flirted, we talked and talked and talked and then he shook my hand and said he'd see me next time he was in Cedar City and I said "You'll have a hard time finding me, Cedar's not <em>that</em> small." Then he said "I guess I better get your phone number then." *SQUEAL!!!!* He even complimented me on my confidence and I said that some people think it's a bad thing and he said "I think it's incredible." *SQUEAL!!!* So I gave him my number. I don't know if he'll actually call me or not but that's not really the point. I really REALLY hope he'll call though.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-20998011308338996222007-09-06T21:41:00.000-06:002007-09-07T10:15:08.798-06:00Want some crazy?I thought you would.<br /><br /><br /><br />Sidebar, I just spelled thought with a "P". I don't even know.<br /><br /><br /><br />My backpack is freaking heavy! Today I was wandering around eBags.com looking for a kinder gentler backpack and one of the reviews said "I love this backpack! I often carry between 10 and 15 pounds on my hikes and this pack makes it easy!" Between 10 and 15? You're crying at me about carrying between 10 and 15 pounds in your lovely, squishy, lumbar-tastic "pack"?! You sissy. My backpack weighs 23.7 pounds, IF I leave two books home, and I carry it three times a week up and down 4 sets of stairs. Fifteen pounds, I laugh at you and your sissy 15 pounds. HA!<br /><br /><br /><br />So whilst checking out eBags I found <a href="http://www.ebags.com/jansport/wheeled_superbreak/product_detail/index.cfm?modelid=88470">this little number</a>. It's cute and brown (I've become a big fan of brown) and would follow me around like a sweet little lost puppy. It's also a rollie backpack which I guess is some sort of faux pas. OK, yes I know how geeky the people that actually have them look, or how geeky the people that actually have them are. I am just vain in enough that this is a big consideration but there are times that I can actually FEEL my spine squishing. That is not a comfortable sensation.<br /><br />My boss says that maybe if I walk with enough person while carting around my rollie backpack people will think I'm a professor. That's helpful huh? I'm under the delusion<br /><br />So I need a new backpack that can fit <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Intermediate-Accounting-Donald-E-Kieso/dp/0471749559/ref=pd_bbs_sr_11/104-2061349-2884756?ie=UTF8&s=books&amp;qid=1189180771&sr=8-11">this lil bitch</a>, a calculus book, a management book, a marketing book, and a laptop as well as the mountains of other school supplies I carry, and still feel like I'm carrying clouds on my shoulders.... Do you think clouds are heavy?<br /><br />Anyway! School is good, if good means it's kicking my ass. My apartment is gorgeous and comfy and my roomies mostly keep to themselves. My Rachel is back so I'm not alone 99.9% of the time anymore. Work is good. My hair is pretty. I'm in upper division courses now which means I'm 1 of around 10 girls in all my classes of 50 or more students so that's fun. I'll try and work up a run down of my classes and all the little quirks soon.<br /><br />Have a good weekend.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-30355267282970899442007-08-15T17:03:00.000-06:002007-08-15T17:48:02.302-06:00Thanks! Wait...What?I work in a department where women are vastly outnumbered by men. Well of course they're outnumbered by men. It's not like I work with 100 chihuahuas. Anyway! We women are few and far between. Most of us are in some sort of clerical position or we're in charge of cleaning, planting flowers, or pulling weeds. I have no problem whatsoever with the dynamic in my department. This isn't some sexist tirade. I like working with dozens of men, there's far less drama and I often feel like I'm surrounded by my favorite uncles. Uncles that know absolutely nothing about me.<br /><br />One would think that given the male to female ratio, someone as awesome as I happen to be would have lost her single status by now. Not the case (not complaining). While it is true that men outnumber the women, it is also true that the MARRIEDS outnumber we Singles by I think it's safe to say, an even greater margin. So it's safe to assume (ass.u.me, I know) that whoever it is you're talking to, especially if they're a contract employee, is married.<br /><br />Apparently this is not the case. <br /><br />The players:<br />Kate: A super awesome Single devoted to educating young Singles that MARRIED doesn't mean better. Kate has been eyeing Tom.<br />Max: Tom's boss. An employee in Kate's department<br />Charlie: The new girl at work. (Not shown)<br />Tom: The cutey in question. (Not shown)<br /><br />Scene: Kate is busily working away (stop laughing, I work sometimes) at her job, minding the office while everyone else is gone to lunch. Max enters stage left.<br /><br />Max: Where is everybody?<br />Kate: Gone to lunch.<br />Max: Oh. Tom wanted me to ask around about Charlie.<br />Kate: (The blood rushing to her face) Which one's Tom? (To audience) Dammit!<br />Max: My apprentice, just got made a journeyman, nice kid, goatee.<br />Kate: Oh right! (To audience) Damn Damn Double Damn!! Ask about me!!! (To Max) What about Charlie?<br />Max: Is she a Single? How old is she?<br />Kate: I really don't know her that well. As far as I know she's single. I think she's 19 or 20.<br />Max: Oh. Tom's like 28 so she's probably too young for him.<br />Kate: Well hell Max! I'm 24!<br />Max: Yeah but you're a MARRIED (beat) aren't you?<br />Kate: (To audience) WHAT?!?!?! (To Max) No. I'm not.<br />Max: I thought you were married! You're just so confident and self assured!!<br />Kate: Well thank you. (To audience) Wait...What??<br />Max: (Blah blah blahs......)<br /><br />People assume I'm married because I like myself? What the...? Apparently I need a sign. Maybe a scrolling marquee across my boobs, since that's where people look anyway, "Just because I like myself doesn't mean I'm married". I can't win!<br /><br />It's like the <a href="http://katydidz.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-arent-you-married.html">big red purse story</a>.<br /><br />Whatever.<br /><br />It doesn't matter.<br /><br />I'm still annoyed though.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-86320086155470662292007-08-09T10:02:00.000-06:002007-08-09T10:12:43.873-06:00Why don't you caaaaaaaall meeeeeee??I bumped into an old friend last night while at Hell-Mart and we started talking. She's "almost engaged" again and absolutely obsessed with this guy. I don't think she's ever stopped to think what her life might be like if she wasn't wrapped up in a man. Anyway we were talking about movies and she mentioned she had missed a few movies she wanted to see this summer because she couldn't find anyone to go with her.<br /><br />Seriously?<br /><br />I told her that I went to movies by myself all the time. Her reaction, of course, was pity. "Katy! Why don't you caaaaaaall meeeee? I'll hang out with you!" Because obviously my problem is that no one will hang out with me and has nothing to do with the idea that may I enjoy hanging out with myself. <br /><br />Silly.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-8342941081349968622007-08-06T11:27:00.001-06:002007-08-06T16:13:38.215-06:00Times they are a changing.I think it's pretty obvious that I've sort of struggled with ye olde blog. I would say it's just recently but let's face it, it's never been particularly coherent. So in a last ditch effort to help it help me, we're trying yet another something new and fun. I give you:<br /><br />Party of one.<br /><br />That's right. It's a whole new world. One where I am not only content to go to a movie by myself but i'm kinda thrilled. One where breakfast in a nice little cafe with me, my crispy bacon, and a good book is something I look forward to. Single is the new black.<br /><br />Now, the space will not be completely devoted to my life as an awesome singleton but I'm hoping that that will be the focus and that I don't just completely drop off the face of the planet.<br /><br />Here's to new beginnings.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-33174911111625934162007-06-14T09:25:00.000-06:002007-06-14T10:08:53.029-06:00Help me out here!I don't call, I don't write. The only time I ever talk to you guys is when I need a favor. I've turned into some of my least favorite people!<br /><br />Here's the thing. I got suckered into helping with this fundraiser for the March of Dimes. Ok, not suckered. It's a good cause and I'm actually pretty excited about it. The problem is, I don't really know many people, especially many people with money so I'm asking EVERYBODY I know for a donation. Seriously people, if all you can donate is 5 dollars that's great. If you donate 5 dollars I only need 199 more people to donate 5 dollars and I will reach my goal of 1000 dollars. What were you going to do with that 5 dollars anyway? Let's look at some possibilities shall we?<br /><ul><li>You could ALMOST go see a movie. What are you going to see? There's nothing that good out anyway. Plus you would have to buy popcorn and a drink, maybe some licorice. So really, I'm SAVING you money. How nice am I?</li><li>You could go to lunch at some gross fast food place. Come on people, you have food at home. Defrost something. Fire up that oven! Make friends with your microwave!! The possibilities are endless! Besides, do you want to ingest all that greasy grody calorie ridden food or do you want to SAVE a BABY!!!!!</li><li>You could put a gallon and a half of gas in your car. Polluting the air. Causing some other organization to form which will just hit you up for money later.</li><li>Buy 5 cokes, or 2 coffees at Starbucks. Think of the caffeine you would be ingesting! You would never sleep again! Think what leaving those 5 cokes/2 coffees at the store would do for you personally! Sleep is important and loved by all, I'm just trying to help YOU get more of what YOU want.</li><li>You could buy some silly little knick knack that you don't need. Cluttering up your life EVEN MORE! Step away from the all-a-dollar people!</li><li>Imagine if you donated 10 dollars!! Your life would change exponentially!!!!</li></ul><p>Now lets look at some productive things your 5 dollars would do.</p><ul><li>Raise awareness about alcohol, tobacco, and drug use resulting in poor birth outcomes.</li><li>Help immunize babies against polio.</li><li>Prevent birth defects, premature birth, and infant mortality.</li><li>SAVE BABIES!!!</li></ul><p>You want to donate now don't you? I know!! So give me money. You can either send me cash or a check. If that's what you want to do e-mail me and I'll send you my new address. Or you can do it the superspiffy way! Go go <a href="http://jailandbail.marchofdimes.com/katydidz">jailandbail.marchofdimes.com/katydidz</a> and click on make a donation. Easy as pie. I don't understand that phrase. Pie is not easy. Pie is tricky. I digress.</p><p>Go!</p><p>Donate!</p><p>SAVE THE BABIES!!!</p>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-33251628340341246312007-04-20T13:18:00.000-06:002007-04-20T13:41:43.047-06:00HiI got a tattoo.<br /><br /><br /><br />I equal parts love it and hate it.<br /><br /><br /><br />I'm pretty sure it feels the same towards me.<br /><br /><br /><br />It's a crown. On my back. Just under my neck.<br /><br /><br /><br />Pictures will arrive eventually.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ok. Super blog Friday April 20, 2007!! GO!<br /><br /><br /><br />School:<br /><br />I am 100% lacking in motivation for this crap. Seriously, it is PAINFUL for me to get out of bed, get my ass ready for school, and go to class. However, I am OFFICIALLY done with all of my generals. I am thisclose to actually having a degree (associates). I just have to go to my apointment thingy and fill out the paperwork. Squeal! Also, if I stay on track I will be all graduated by Christmas 2008. Sooner if I go to summer school. Exciting yes? I know!<br /><br /><br /><br />The Casa:<br /><br />I just don't want to be there EVER. It's dirty and disgusting. There is confetti all over the floor. The fridge is periodically peeing all over the floor. There are FOUR bags of garbage on the floor waiting for someone to take them out. No, I haven't taken them out because I ALWAYS take the garbage out and I'm not the mommy. Yes. I will break down and take them out today. Gr. There is also a pile of one of my roommates (guess which one) crap stacked higher than my 5'10" head with a note on it that says it will be gone in a few hours. It has been there since at least Sunday. That's a LOT of few hours. Whatever.<br /><br /><br /><br />The ROOMIES!!!<br /><br />I miss Annie. She is always with the boyfriend. I come home, the boyfriend comes home, Annie goes away and I don't see her unless I'm awake when she comes in at like 1 o'clock in the morning. Rachel still rocks my socks. She's so much fun. I wish everybody had their own Rachel friend. It would solve so many problems. The other three aren't around much.<br /><br /><br /><br />Lovin':<br /><br />I seem to be liking somebody. I don't know exactly. It's a long story.<br /><br /><br /><br />Katy!: I'm good. A little funny feeling. I've had a weird tummy for like a week. I don't have much appetite but when I do want to eat, I eat EVERYTHING. After eating everything I instantly regret it. Yesterday I went to McDonalds :P and ate a ten piece chicken mcnugget meal, a large fry, a chocolate shake, and a double cheeseburger. Then I layed in bed and moaned for a couple hours. Aside from the weird tummy thing and the INSANE schooling I'm good.<br /><br /><br /><br />Because my blogging is boring and sucky lately, here's something to make up for it.<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.everyoneisdifferent.com/img/wall-puppy.bmp" border="0" />Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-6647479911471203232007-04-04T16:39:00.000-06:002007-04-04T17:08:29.245-06:00HelloooooooooI really suck at this. But I don't care because the blog is for no one but me so there.<br /><br /><br /><br />No, just kidding, I love you guys, come on back. Let's spoon.<br /><br /><br /><br />Apparently I am feeling silly.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ok super blog Wednesday April 4, 2007! GO!!<br /><br /><br /><br />School: UGH! Seriously! Spring semester sucks dead donkey balls. It's beautiful and blue skied and sunniful and I am inside listening some teacher or another edify me. For the love of Indie Rock Pete can we PLEASE have class outside just once? SUU happens to be one of those campus's that is pretty prime for outside classes. We have little amphitheatres and green grassy hills and really people!! Sunshine! No! Put down the marker, step away from the white board and walk out the door. Pretty please? With sprinkles on top? Please?<br /><br /><br /><br />Also in school related news. Holy shit it's almost over. May 4th is the last day of finals. That's one month people. ONE MONTH!! Holy crap. I'm moderately freakin the hell out. I think I'll be ok. I'm getting Bs pretty much straight across the board I think. I may have an A is astronomy but I dunno. Lemme tell ya, this has not been a cushy semester, no sir/ma'am. I'm going to be glad when it's over and I get some time off. Unfortunately I know it's just going to get harder. Which reminds me. I should be registering for classes. Ugh.<br /><br /><br /><br />Psi Magna Su House: Damn y'all talk about the shit hitting the fan. All we did was ask you to do your dishes that had been sitting in the sink for TWO WEEKS because we were starting to see small towns being built in the goo, ok? It's not like we made out with your boyfriend or ran over your puppy. You are perfectly welcome to be in the kitchen to cook and to eat just clean up after yourself, because I'm not your mommy, and I'm not your maid. And stop giving everybody the silent treatment. It's childish and annoying. Also, the laundry situation, c'mon, don't make me whip out the big guns K?<br /><br /><br /><br />THE ROOMIES!!: I'm loving the apartment life. My roommate are all really great for the most part. I think moving out was the absolute best thing I could have done. True, money is a little scarce, but I'm a college student, not Daddy Warbucks. Annie has a cute new boyfriend that is hilarious and ALWAYS AT OUR HOUSE. Not always. But he's OFTEN AT OUR HOUSE! Which is fine. I just miss having her all to myself. Rachel ROCKS! She is the cutest, sweetest girl, and she's so pretty! I just love her. It's usually me and her on the weekends and we bond. She's one of my top ten favorite people on the planet. Caitlin just ran a marathon! Holy cow, that woman is amazing. I can't run across the street. Tina and Tierney are busy busy so I never see them...which is ok. Rachel and Annika are in SG right now being extras for High School Musical 2! I know. Exciting. I couldn't go because of school (gr.) so I'm missing all the hilarity.<br /><br /><br /><br />Lovin': Ain't getting none. What's new right? Absolutely nothin that's what. I do have quite a few guy friends though, mostly boyfriends of my friends. But sooner or later his super hotness and I will meet and then with the smoochies! Aaaaw. Spring sucks though. Seriously every where you look there's a new couple bursting forth from singleness. I have yet to burst. Oh well.<br /><br /><br /><br />Katy!: I rock. I'm happy. I'm fairly balanced. I'm feeling fabulous. I'm going home.<br /><br /><br /><br />And for your viewing enjoyment: Gerry..... rrrrrrow....<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b190/Gertty/Gerard%20Butler/gerard_butler_04a.jpg" border="0" /><br />Also I turned 24 somewhere in there. Happy Birthday to me!Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-56038869339825214912007-02-22T14:28:00.000-07:002007-02-22T14:41:43.625-07:00Been a busy girlTh-Thump. So I did this cake for my bosses husbands birthday. He's a nurse in the cardiac ward at a nearby hospital. This thing was pretty freaking big, and grody. Lemme just tell ya, walking this thing through the halls at the hospital was a little awkward. Anyway, it was lots of fun and the shock value is pretty awesome.<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5m1Mrg252kU/Rd4LhfbnABI/AAAAAAAAAAc/anHvWN-BnEM/s1600-h/heart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034474103447683090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5m1Mrg252kU/Rd4LhfbnABI/AAAAAAAAAAc/anHvWN-BnEM/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /></a> Winnie the Pooh...Winnie the Pooh... Chubby little cubby all....sorry. Lemme just tell ya, that Pooh Bear was a BITCH to cover in fondant. What you see here is the second attempt. The first attempt looked like ghost of Pooh. After we got him all covered and prettiful I hand painted him, sculpted his lil honey pot, and put him on top of his hunny pots. He was a serious rush job. I was actually still decorating at the house right up until the party started.<br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5m1Mrg252kU/Rd4LTPbnAAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dlAGuaFJmic/s1600-h/poohbear.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034473858634547202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5m1Mrg252kU/Rd4LTPbnAAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dlAGuaFJmic/s320/poohbear.jpg" border="0" /></a> One of my coworkers had a birthday earlier this week and grew up in Hawaii so we did a Hawaiian shirt (no it's not pajamas) and a pair of flip flops. This was a REALLY rushed job and my head was elsewhere the whole time because I was thinking about getting ready to go up to my grandma's viewing. Still turned out good though.<br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5m1Mrg252kU/Rd4LOPbm__I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk8WDKerWhE/s1600-h/hawaii.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034473772735201266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5m1Mrg252kU/Rd4LOPbm__I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wk8WDKerWhE/s320/hawaii.jpg" border="0" /></a> And that's all the pictures of recent cakes I have. Lots is going on and I'd love to sit here and tell you all about it. On second thought. No. I wouldn't. I would like to go have a nap.</div></div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-32882074113339464402007-02-07T11:40:00.000-07:002007-02-07T11:53:52.869-07:00Speed blogging<div>A little over a month in ten minutes. I can do it!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Moved out. Awesomeness ensued. Drama is ensuing currently but there's six girls, we're bound to want to flick each other in the eye occasionally.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Classes are good. Accounting, economics, astronomy, and business communications OH MY!! Accounting is just accounting. I like it...enough.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Economics is just frustrating, I mean really, markets work, isn't that all we need to know?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Astronomy is freaking awesome. I enjoy it. The labs are lots of fun. I know whick direction I'm pointing now because of what constellations are in the sky. I can also tell you the names of a whole bunch of stars, where to look to see the Andromeda Galaxy, the constellations that make up the winter hexagon, and lots of other stuff. Usually when I start talking about astronomy whoever I'm with just tunes out, so If you tuned out y'all can come back now.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Business communications is freakin ridiculous. Lots of "this is a comma" crap. Yes, I know how to structure a sentance (no comments from the peanut gallery please).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The house is good. I'm poor. Like REALLY poor. But I'm not starving so that's good. I need to get another little job for some extra cash or something.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>In the apartment I'm the trampy one. I've kissed more people than all of them combined. Also...other stuff.... Of course I've got most of them beat in age by about 6 years so it's to be expected. The age difference is interesting to say the least, I guess that's what you get for being a non-traditional type student. The girls seem to like me ok. Apparently, I'm no Calie, but that was hardly the goal when I moved in so I don't really care.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Becky's already told you about Granny so I won't rehash. It's sad.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Made a kick ass cake for my boss's husband's birthday. He's a nurse in a cardio ward so I made him a cake shaped like a heart which I will upload later.<br /></div><div>And DONE! Time for my astronomy test!</div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-1167760151003120692007-01-02T10:42:00.000-07:002007-01-02T10:49:11.110-07:00It's officialI'm moving out.<br /><br />I have my apartment. I've paid rent for the semester. I'll get my keys today. I bought my new bedding yesterday. Someday I may even finish packing.<br /><br />I'm moving into college housing with a girl I know from math class and four other girls. That's SIX girls under one roof. Holy cow. That's a lot of hormones. I met one of them last night, and I already know my roommate and they're both nice girls so I'm sure it will be fine.<br /><br />I have no idea how I'm going to pay for school, magic or something I guess. But oh well. It will be ok. I'll be around more of my peers so hopefully I'll make new friends. I'm excited, and a little nervous, and hopeful.<br /><br />This should be interesting.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-1166404788043889392006-12-17T18:17:00.000-07:002006-12-17T18:19:48.066-07:00Then she said....<p><em>Dear Kathryn Smith,</em></p><p><em>First off, I would like to apologize for not responding to your email sooner. I am sure you know how busy a student's life can be during finals. </em></p><p><em>Next, I would like to thank you so much for taking the time to read my article. It is good to know that we at the Journal are putting out a paper that people actually read.</em></p><p><em>I would also like to thank you for voicing your evidently strong opinion in regards to my article. However, I feel that you took too much personal offense to my message instead of taking note of the positive words I included regarding student employees. </em></p><p><em>I also feel the need to inform you that if you ever care to come down to the Journal office (located just off to the left of the Living Room in the Student Center) and offer some of your expertise on competent writing and effective grammar skills, we would greatly appreciate your services. Unfortunately, none of us have yet to perfect our writing skills and are always looking for help.</em></p><p><em>Once again, Thanks so much for your time and I hope that you continue to read the Journal next semester.</em></p><p><em>Happy Holidays, hope you are enjoying your Christmas break!</em></p><p><em>Thank you, Samantha Arnold</em></p><p>"None of us have yet to" indeed.</p><p>I think I won...</p>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-1165865867763903302006-12-11T12:30:00.000-07:002006-12-11T12:37:47.803-07:00Thou shalt NOT piss off the Katy, lest thou get smoteIn the University Journal last week, <a href="http://www.suujournal.com/media/storage/paper951/news/2006/12/07/Opinion/Suu-Workers.Need.Attitude.Lift-2527595.shtml?norewrite200612111435&sourcedomain=www.suujournal.com">an article </a>appeared that had me ALL kinds of annoyed. So today I responded with this:<br /><br />Ms. Arnold,<br />I recently read your editorial piece titled "SUU workers need attitude lift". I must say, as a student employee of Southern Utah University, I took some offense.<br /><br />I am going to try and avoid critiquing your writing "style" and I'll do my best to avoid correcting grammatical errors. I do find it interesting however that a JUNIOR communications major and a "senior staff writer" for the University Journal has such a difficult time stringing together a coherent sentence, let alone a coherent article. An article that demeans the hundreds of student employees currently working for Southern Utah University should be handled with extra care.<br /><br />We, as you stated, provide a service to our fellow students. On top of studying for tests, doing mountains of homework and taking care of paperwork that, heaven forbid, you have to fill out yourself, most of us have not been in our jobs long enough to know all of the intricate details that go into running a university. Our employment by nature is temporary. Those employees that stay any length of time (I myself have been employed here far longer than the norm) glean the opportunity to learn more with every passing year. Unfortunately, many of my counterparts spend a brief semester with us and move on, making it impossible to give them the kind of training they need.<br /><br />By the time student employees are competently trained, they move home for the semester or simply move on to greener pastures. Our employees are in high demand in the community BECAUSE of the training they receive by working at SUU. Community employers know that we are well-trained, competent young people and are able to make us offers few could refuse. The university's general job placement for graduates should be evidence as to the excellent adults that are educated here. Part of that education is student employment.<br /><br />There is also the issue of confidentiality and level of responsibility. I personally, have never dealt with you, but I do deal with fellow students. One of the hurdles my superiors and I face, is how much information I am actually allowed to have. There are things in my records that I wouldn't want other students to have full access to, not because of any mistrust, simply because of self preservation. Maybe the problem you faced wasn't a lack of ability but simply an inability. The level of student employee responsibility is restricted by the university. Not only to protect you as a student, but to protect me as a student employee. I wouldn't want the kind of responsibility my superior has, especially for the salary I make.<br /><br />For your own future reference, when publicly degrading other people's competence, it is a good idea to make sure you yourself appear competent. Otherwise you will be left appearing the fool and no one will ever take you seriously.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br />Kathryn Smith<br /><br />Take that!Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-1164844879684710082006-11-29T16:55:00.000-07:002006-11-29T17:01:19.710-07:00It still hurtsNot all the time, not even often, but sometimes it still hurts, and I’m sick of it.<br /><br />Everyday I tell myself I’m doing SO MUCH BETTER. And 99% of the time, I am. I’m awesome. Then some silly little thing triggers some silly little memory and I have to stop, close my eyes, and regain my composure. Today it was packing tape. How ridiculous is that? I was thinking of sending out Christmas packages soon and wondering if I could still find that cute seasonal packing tape like they have sometimes at Old Navy. <br /><br /><i>That</i> made me think of the packing tape I bought there around Valentines Day a few years ago. <br /><br /><i>That</i> made me think of the package I wrapped with tape covered in little pink and red hearts and dropping it off at the post office one day after work. <br /><br /><i>That</i> made me think of the man at the drop off smiling and saying “Looks like someone’s in love.”<br /><br /><i>That</i> made me realize I don’t go to the post office anymore. I don’t put together fun little care packages full of silly presents and tasty treats for anyone anymore. I don’t buy rolls of seasonal packing tape and smile at the nice man who thinks I’m in love.<br /><br />I’m not in love anymore.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-1163719186299696242006-11-16T15:57:00.000-07:002006-11-16T16:21:59.096-07:00For lack of a better idea....In a word...<br /><br />Yourself: Progressing<br />Your partner: Missing<br />Your hair: Aggravating<br />Your mother: Hopeful<br />Your father: Oblivious<br />Your favorite item: Bed<br />Your dream last night: Forgotten<br />Your favorite drink: Pepsi<br />Your dream car: Big<br />Your dream home: Cozy<br />The room you are in: Office<br />Your ex: Fluffy<br />Your fear: Bugs<br />Where you want to be in ten years: Closer<br />Who you hung out with last night: Angie<br />What you're not: Ready<br />Muffins: Blueberry<br />One of your wish list items: Kitchenaid<br />Time: Wasted<br />The last thing you did: Ate<br />What you are wearing: Comfy<br />Your favorite weather: Rain<br />Your favorite book: Novel<br />Last thing you ate: Twix<br />Your life: Frantic<br />Your mood: Tired<br />Your best friends: All<br />What are you thinking about right now: School<br />Your car: Messy<br />What are you doing at the moment: Blooooogging<br />Your summer: Distant<br />Relationship status: Happy<br />What is on your tv: A candle<br />What is the weather like: Springy<br />When is the last time you laughed: Accounting<br /><br />Stay tuned for the tale of the miracle dollar and the evil coke machine of doom!Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-1163035995634345152006-11-08T18:12:00.000-07:002006-11-08T18:33:16.250-07:00Didja miss me?I know, I know. I'm just boring at the moment. I figure if I bore myself I'll probably bore the hell out of everybody else. I just don't anything too fabulous, I'm not seeing anyone (who has the freakin time?), school is keeping me HELLUH busy, and I have found myself planted firmly in the rut of my life. I guess I just didn't see the point in sharing the dull. <br /><br />My social life is better than before but still not great. I find myself shaking my groove thang at dances on a fairly regular basis which adds to the smokin hot body I'm workin on. That and going to the gym every. freaking. day. At the Halloween Howl (where I was a smokin hot pirate) there was a karaoke stage. And we all know how the Smith girls feel about karaoke. I rocked the hizzy with I Will Survive, people were on their feet, singing along, stopping and standing at the door. It was awesome. Also some strange guy in a hazmat suit kept following me around but wouldn't talk to me.<br /><br />Business law sucks. I don't think I'm learning anything. Honestly, if someone sat me down right now and told me to write a list of what I've learned in that class, I would say "Professor Lewis greatly enjoys the sound of his own voice....and also needs to comb his hair..."<br /><br />After business law, every monday wednesday friday, I go to McDonald's, which is probably slowing down the smokin hot bod. I don't care. Is tasty and I get to hang out with my Angie friend. I was also wanting to win 5 million dollars in mcDs monopoly. Sadly, I didn't have the all important fourth railroad.<br /><br />I love psychology. Is great. Is fun, I like my teacher, I really want to know "Why I do the things I do", which is good, cuz that's all he ever says.<br /><br />Math sucks! SUCKS SUCKS SUCKS!!!!! I get 100% on the homework, 100% on the quizes, and still manage to fail the tests. I somehow get the feeling that the problem doesn't lie in me.<br /><br />I am going to be an accountant when I grow up. Today...for now. I like it, I'm good at it, and I can make lots of money. The end.<br /><br />I also have very cute new hair. It's short, and choppy, and dark red and blonde. My mom "can't decide". I don't know what she thinks she needs to decide, it's my hair, but I guess she's the one that has to look at it.<br /><br />Anyway, I have now officially blogged. See ya in another six weeks.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-1158770319852864232006-09-20T10:14:00.000-06:002006-09-20T10:38:40.170-06:00I want some apple crisp.There is no good food on campus. Well, that may be unfair. There is some ok food. SUU is a Coke school, which I think means all the students are required to sit around and get high before doing their homework.... No, I think it's actually means SUU only sells Coke products and Coke gives them lots of money...or something. What it REALLY means is "aw shit" for Pepsi drinkers like me.<br /><br />There's a teeny tiny Starbucks kiosk thing for a caffeine fix if I can't stand it anymore, but real live coffee does bad things to me when I'm supposed to be sitting still and paying attention in class, and all of their tasty baked goods are prebaked and shipped in and taste old, and the selection is terribly limited. That's pretty much all that's available as far as breakfast tastiness. Unless you want to spend a buck on ONE nutrigrain bar, or a little thing of poptarts. But I want something warm and gooey and fresh.<br /><br />Lunch options are a little better. We have the T-bird Grill with it's selection of wraps (that pretty much all taste the same) and fried goods. The cafeteria, which I have never dared to venture near. Cuz yikes, and eew. The Country Store usually has something that Food Services made that morning, slopped into to-go containers, and has kept warm under those creepy red lamps for the last 4 hours. And of course, fried goodness. We have a Hogi Yogi and a Teryaki Stix, so there are tasty sandwiches with carefully portioned processed cheese and meat goods, and gyoza. Which I have to admit, I LOVES ME some gyoza. mmmm. But it's getting to be fallish, in fact it's freaking cold outside right now, and I want something spicy and good to warm me. Instead I will sit here and bitch about the fact that everything is fried, processed, or chocolate. Oh well, I guess that's college food for ya.<br /><br />In other news, school is going surprisingly well. I guess not surprisingly. I've been working my ass off to make it be going well. I had my first test in Business Law, which terrified me, but I got 88% and my teacher loved my essay, he said he wished I'd had more time. I got 98% on my first Psych test, which is a good thing, since my teacher now knows me as Amanda's little sister and therefore I'm brilliant by association. The class average was some thing insane like 76%. Hence the theory that the students go home and smoke crack before they do their homework. I took my first accounting test yesterday and I feel good about it. I'm a little worried about my form on some of my financial statements but that's what Quickbooks is for anyway. My first math thest is Friday which has me a little nervous because I have to remember equations and crap :P. But I'm sure I'll do fine. I'm still working out fairly regularly. Yesterday I actually ventured into the scary weights area of the gym and worked my upper body. Uhm, ow. Everytime I sling my 25 pound back pack over my shoulders they scream a little. But I'm gonna be all skinny, and toned and hot! So what all this adds up to is I'm in school or at work from 9 to 5 (sometimes later for work but that's another story) every day. Then I go work out for a while then go home and do homework til my brain shuts down. So I don't so much have the social life I had hoped to develop this semester yet, but I'm doing much better then I did last year. My arms are heavy....Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-1158025284320793252006-09-11T19:21:00.000-06:002006-09-11T19:41:24.460-06:00Yo ho yo ho a pirates life for me<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2995/1039/1600/DSCN0784.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2995/1039/320/DSCN0784.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2995/1039/1600/DSCN0786.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2995/1039/320/DSCN0786.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So we got all pretty and piratey for the party that uhm wasn't so much a party as about seven people in pirate costumes drinking cream soda. But check out all the Katy hotness (I'm not posting the picture that makes me look like I'm about 8 months pregnant). And the Angee hotness. Like the little <a href="http://www.ghostweb.com/orb_theory.html">ghost orb</a> peaking up Angee's skirt? Pervy ghost. It took me two and a half hours to curl my hair. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2995/1039/1600/DSCN0789.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2995/1039/320/DSCN0789.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2995/1039/1600/DSCN0788.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2995/1039/320/DSCN0788.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>Then we went to the "party" but didn't stay, and decided to go to Dairy Queen in all our yoho hotness. We're going to revisit the pirate look for Halloween though, so all is not lost.<br /><br />Also, here's the latest cake. In case you're interested. <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2995/1039/320/DSCN0777.jpg" border="0" />Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12325521.post-1157757757312265622006-09-08T16:59:00.000-06:002006-09-08T17:22:46.860-06:00The end is nearSo have you noticed the lack of blogging? Maybe not. Sure I've been busy. Sure I seem to have actually gotten a life. Sure I have more homework than you can shake a schtick at. But really. I just haven't felt the urge. I've found myself starting multiple entries since the one almost two weeks ago but just don't have the drive to finish them. I feel like maybe the age of the blog is coming to an end for me. Maybe not. I dunno.<br /><br />Then I was going to talk about the deterioration of Heath Ledger. Remember <a href="http://www.notrecinema.com/images/stars/heath_ledger_01.jpg">golden boy </a>circa A Knight's Tale? And his <a href="http://www.heathledger.net/_gallery/data/media/6/10_Things_I_Hate_About_You_4.jpg">brooding bad boy hotness</a> in Ten Things I Hate About You? And now he's turning into <a href="http://pub.tv2.no/multimedia/na/archive/00231/Heath_Ledger_231721m.jpg">this</a>? I mean ok, still semi-hotness. Though I would appreciate it if maybe he shaved. And let's talk about the complexion for a second. On second thought, no. We better not, I might cry. But Heath honey, you're a movie star. You make lots of money. You don't have to look like a homeless person. And I'm pretty sure you can afford a bottle of Suave. I'm just sayin. Think about it. Also rumor had it that Paul Bettany was going to play The Joker in the Batman Begins sequel. But according to IMDb, it's Heath Ledger. Which I have mixed feelings about. Paul Bettany would have been awesome. And Heath...well....I just don't know. I have my doubts.<br /><br />So for any interested school is going well. Two weeks in and I'm still passing everything. I somehow got dubbed the smart kid in math which is surprising. I'm still going to the gym and getting all sweaty. It's kind of embarassing that a half an hour of brisk walking makes me all sweaty and breathless. But that's ok, a brisk walk for me is like a light jog for all the shorties out there. At least that's what I'm telling myself. There's a Jolly Roger party tonight that my friend and I are going to. You have to be dressed like a pirate to get in so this is going to be all kinds of fun. I have a feeling there are going to be LOTS of Captain Jack Sparrow's cuz heaven forbid we get creative. I'll probably take pictures of our costumes before we go. Should be fun.Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02999205269519295825noreply@blogger.com3